To Cross the Bridge

Warrior's chains are self inflicted
Mirrored armor reflects squalor
Made to serve the whips and lashes
Take your stand and cross my line
A day will come when I will conquer

Gives strength to unmastered
Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle

Chained and shackled, earthen toil
Laying the steps upon the mountain

The warrior's chains are self inflicted
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
Open gates reveal the temple